Will Turner Novels & Stories

"Darling, you know... Well, I'll take you some other time. The media aren't friendly." My stomach flipped as a scenario of Nate running into Ashton flashed across my mind suddenly. No! Ashton would never find out about Nate! But Nate wasn't done with his questions. "But mummy—" "How was the events, K? You look like you've been to hell and back!" Tracy rescued me from Nate's incoming truckload of questions. "You have no idea," I mumbled, taking Nate to his room to prepare him for bed while Tracy walked behind me, ears itching. *

I only knew who they were by scent because I didn’t bother to look in their direction. That doesn’t stop me either though as I put my claws at his stomach and slowly dig in, “Maybe you’re the one who should watch the way you talk to a Turned wolf,” my claws slip deeper and deeper but he doesn’t so much as flex his abs. “Especially when you have no information on them,” he still doesn’t move an inch the whole time as I retract my claws and scape upwards a bit. I didn’t go too deep, he’ll heal in seconds from what I’ve learned from Star.

Then to the other one, “You want to other arm to be ripped off?” The three cowered back in horror. “If you don't, then shut the fuck up!” Meanwhile, Terry had met up with Betty's father and they had talked. “Alright then, I'll have my team sent to your company by tomorrow,” Lucas Turner, Betty's father concluded, extending his hand to shake Terry's, “Thank you for coming.” Terry's joy knew no bounds! He was finally going to get the investment he had been hoping for! Finally! “Yes! Thank you, Mr Turner.” Terry beamed, taking Lucas's hand in his, “I'm so honored, thank you so much.”

"I understand. Thank you, sir." As I left, I didn't notice a tall figure watching me from the shadows of the corridor, extinguishing a herbal cigar with a gloved hand. Standing near him, Jeffrey Turner—a rogue-turned-enforcer—smirked with a dangerous glint in his eye. "She’s a spirited one, Grant. No wonder even a cold-blooded wolf like you is circling. Want me to handle it? I can have him in your den by nightfall, perfectly submissive." Grant remained silent, half-veiled in the gloom.

Veronica's smile widened. — Look behind you, Grace. — She pointed to the two figures standing a few meters away. — Say hello to some of my friends. — Veronica turned her attention to Sofia Grace's livid face. — But you may know them as Judge Rebecca Turner and Deputy Adam Turner, after all, they are the most well-known, influential and respected people in our city and state today. Now, do you understand how you will not leave here with my sister in your arms, nor will you sell her like an object? Sofia Grace was perplexed and shared terrified looks between the Turners and Veronica.

he asked. " What does Mr. want?" He did not answer. He didn’t have to, he analyzed me carefully, every inch of my body as if I were naked. I looked away at Turner on the helpless floor, and unexpectedly Turner reacted. " Kill me! Kill me soon! " he begged. Lance Chase laughed at his plea. Turner understood what Lance was asking. " James Lance will not kill you." I spoke softly. Lance Chase stared at me curious. " I will not? " he asked.

Turner is just a cute, but huge and scary bear. "Violence is just one tool in my arsenal." He studied my face. "Vincent believes in you. I believe in you. You're stronger than you think." "What if I'm not? What if I walk in there and fall apart?" "Then you pick yourself up and keep going. That's what survivors do." His expression softened. I felt tears prick my eyes. "Don't cry," Turner said quickly. "You'll ruin your makeup." I laughed, wiping carefully at my eyes. "Thank you."

Without the Ferguson family's support, there were plenty of vultures ready to pick them apart. Then, the Lawrences were dangling on the edge of bankruptcy. I pulled my hand away with a sharp tug, brushing off her touch like it was dirt on my sleeve. "Release me, you've only got yourself to blame for this mess!" Jane clenched her teeth as she spoke. "Seth, I get it, you won't believe a word I say now! However, maybe you'd feel a bit better if you saw Max's wrecked hands for yourself?" She scrambled to pull out her phone to show me a photo, but I knocked it out of her hand.

It sounded like a family watching TV. Through the speaker, Matthew could hear a child’s soft voice. “Daddy, the cartoon’s starting!” Mr. Clark hushed the child, then moved somewhere quieter. “Hello, Mr. Grant? Do you need something?” The deep voice snapped Matthew out of his thoughts. “No. I just wanted to ask why I can’t find Whitney in the work group.” Mr. Clark was stunned for a moment before answering, “Ms. Langley resigned.” “When?” Matthew’s voice rose, and he nearly lost his footing.

I'd turn into the subject of ridicule among the Zieglers if they were to find out about it. But he seemed to have forgotten how I never cared about anyone else's opinion when I chose him back then. I was still the same person, but Christian had changed. … While I was going over divorce paperwork with my lawyer, Annie Hilton, I noticed Vicky had updated her social media. On her wrist were two gold bracelets, and she was smiling brightly. Her caption read, "Don't be afraid, baby. Daddy's a knight who'll protect us." Christian's reply came under her post. "From now on, our son and I will protect you. We'll buy you even more gold in the future."